Fast as the Wind: A Novel. Gould Nat

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      "Rita expects me to win – I will," he thought; and something told The Rascal it would be bad for him if he failed to do his best.

      Two hundred yards from the winning post Anstey led, but it had taken Hordern a few moments to get him going again when he realized the situation. It was dangerous to play these games with Picton. The Rascal came along, moving splendidly; he gained on Anstey, drew level, held him, then got his head in front. Hordern rode well, but he had met his match. The Rascal drew ahead and won by a length amidst tremendous cheering – Picton Woodridge was the hero of the day. Rita was proud of him and told him so at Torwood the same night. The Rascal had been backed to win the double with every man who had a book on the races, so next day the excitement rose to fever heat when the Torbay Steeplechase came on for decision.

      The Rascal was in the best of tempers, he actually allowed Picton to stroke his face, pat his neck, and pay him sundry attentions; Rita gave him lumps of sugar, and said he was the dearest and best of Rascals.

      "You will win the double," she said to Picton. "I am sure of it."

      "And I'll try to win a far richer prize before long," he said, looking at her in a way that caused the red blood to mount to her cheeks.

      Anstey ran again, but the main opposition was expected to come from Sandy, a Newton Abbot horse. Dick's horse had to give him a stone, which was a tall order, but Brent said he could do it, unless Sandy had improved out of all knowledge.

      "I'd take The Rascal to the front this time," said Brent to Picton; "he's in a good temper and when that is the case he likes to make the pace, and he jumps freer."

      "If he'll do it, I'll let him," said Picton. "Will he stay there? Remember he's giving lumps of weight away."

      "He can do it," was the confident reply.

      Six runners went out, a field above the average at Petitor.

      Most people thought some of the runners would have been better out of it, they would only be in the way, a danger to the others at the fences; a blunderer is often a veritable death trap.

      It astonished Leek, who was on Sandy, to see Picton take The Rascal to the front. He smiled as he thought, "He's making a mistake this time."

      Evidently the others thought the same, for they patiently waited for the leader to come back to them.

      Arnold Brent smiled.

      "I gave him good advice. They're doing exactly what I thought they would, waiting. Let 'em wait."

      The distance was two miles and a half. The Rascal held a big lead at the end of a mile and a half. Leek on Sandy thought it was about time he came back to him, but The Rascal showed no sign of this; on the contrary, he gained ground. To go after him was the best thing and Leek tried. Much to his astonishment, he discovered the pace was much faster than he thought; Sandy made very little headway. At first Picton's policy of making the running was considered a mistaken one; this opinion changed as the race progressed; and when they saw Leek hard at work on Sandy in second place and making hardly any headway, The Rascal's numerous backers were jubilant. The cheering commenced, it became deafening as Picton drew near to the winning post. It was an extraordinary race. The Rascal, the top weight, made all the running and won by twenty lengths; more than that, he was not in the least distressed.

      Picton was congratulated on all sides. Turning to Dick and Rita he said: "He's one of the best horses I have ever ridden over fences; there's a National in him."

      Dick shook his head.

      "You're too enthusiastic. Wait until you've cooled down," he said.

      "I shall not alter my opinion," said Picton. "Where's Planet?"

      "Over there," said Dick, and they walked across.

      The next race was the Marychurch Hurdle Plate, and Picton rode Planet. The race needs little description; there were three runners, and Dick's horse won comfortably.

      At Torwood that evening there were great rejoicings; but as Picton wished to sleep on the Sea-mew he and Ben were driven to Torquay.

      Before he left, Picton said to Rita: "Next time I am here I have a very important question to ask you."

      "Have you?" she said. "I wonder what it is."

      "Cannot you guess?"

      "I'll try," she answered, smiling happily.

      "It's too important to put in a hurry," laughed Picton, "and I haven't the courage to do it now."

      "Not after four victories," she answered, laughing.

      He shook his head, as he got up beside her brother in the trap.

      "If you won't sell The Rascal, send him to Haverton," said Picton as they bade Dick good-night.

      "All right, I will, and you can do what you like with him," said Dick cheerily.

      "Brack's not here; that's strange. We shall have to get some one else," said Ben.

      They hired a younger man. He happened to be the boatmen's bookie.

      "Where's Brack?" asked Ben.

      "He backed the double with me for half a sov.," said the man. "He's about broke me, sir, but I don't begrudge it him; he's a real good sort. I expect he's celebrating it in town."

      Brack was not celebrating it; he was biding his time, and opportunity.

      CHAPTER VI

      IN BRACK'S COTTAGE

      BRACK'S was a humble abode not far from the inner harbor. He lived there with his mother. The old woman idolized him; he was a very good son. She attended to their small wants and kept the house scrupulously clean.

      "I've brought a mate, mother," said Brack as he entered with his companion.

      "He's welcome, my boy." She always called him her boy, and somehow it did not sound strange.

      "Come in, don't be afraid," said Brack.

      The man stepped into the small room, looking round suspiciously. Why had Brack brought him here, had he any particular reasons for doing so, reasons that would benefit himself?

      Brack gathered something of what was passing in his mind and whispered, "You'll be quite safe here, sit down."

      They had a fish supper; to the stranger it was the most wonderful meal he had partaken of for some years. He ate greedily, he could not help it, but Brack, watching him, knew he was a well-bred man.

      The old lady asked no questions, she never questioned what her son did; she bade them good-night and went to her room. It was then Brack learned something of the man he had brought to his home; and the tale harrowed his feelings, froze the marrow in his bones, horrified him; he shuddered as he imagined what this highly cultured man must have suffered.

      They talked until the small hours of the morning, Brack considering what he should do, how to get his companion away from Torquay?

      Suddenly he said, "Do yer mind telling me yer name? I'd like to know it in case I hear of yer in the world sometimes. You'll be far away from here, but I'd like to have something to remember СКАЧАТЬ